Friday, September 14, 2012

100 Word Song: "Wednesday Morning, 3AM"

(My Georgian homeboy Lance, the Lando Calrissian of bloggers, continues on with the 100 Word Songs, even as his metal buddy Leeroy is resting up at the Robot Hospital. [It's probably just a computer virus. *rimshot*] {Hopefully, Lance didn't send him to the droid repair shops on Cloud City.} This week's song is the Counting Crows' "Come Around", and this story is called "Wednesday Morning, 3AM.")

She was sitting on the curb. I could see her shoulders underneath the gauzy film of her nightgown. I was standing because I didn't know what else to do. She was shaking as she stared down at the charred remains of a photo album. There was a snowfall of burned flakes of paper on her lap and on the ground around her. She didn't even have shoes on. The lights lit up the neighborhood in a kaleidoscopic mess of red, blue, and white flashes.

"These are pieces of us," she said, "pieces of the people we have been."